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Girls on the avenue, they're trying to get you in |
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Strolling by with their rosebud smiles |
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They're all dressed up to kill, lean on the windowsill |
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Looking your way with eyes of fire |
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But don't you slip, don't you slip |
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In love with the girls on the avenue |
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Friday night see the girls on the avenue |
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Like a child at big store windows you feel confused |
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So many girls on the avenue |
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Girls on the avenue know how to get you in |
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Casting out sighs like tricks from a hat |
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All the Miss Lonely Hearts, oh, they look awful hard |
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Then sometimes they seem as fragile as glass |
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But don't you slip, don't you slip |
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In love with the girls on the avenue |
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Friday night see the girls on the avenue |
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Like a child at big store windows you feel confused |
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So many girls on the avenue |
